Rain (Ty Kroll)
- Editor: Ty Kroll (submitted 2004-05-29). Score information: Letter, 10 pages, 264 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Composer: Ty Kroll
Original text and translations
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, solitude, and me
Rememb'ring again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born in to this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
nothing but the wild rain.